Weird dream. I dreamed that I broke my leg somehow, and I had to wear a cast for 11 weeks. But I never actually wore a cast, it was just my bare leg. After five weeks, I went in to the doctor to see how the bones were healing, and it felt completely healed, except for a tiny spot just below my knee, which was still sensitive. The doctor told me that if I had been wearing proper, sturdy shoes, it would have healed already.

So I went shopping for new shoes in a gypsy market with my dad, and we came upon a French brother and sister, who were playing Monopoly with an oversized deck of cards. The girl was claiming to play solitaire. We struck up a conversation in French, and she laughed at me and asked me if I had ever been to school, as my grammar and vocabulary was painfully bad. I told her I was American and had only taken a few years of French, so I could only speak a little of the language.

We continued talking, with her correcting my French every so often, when the store was raided by police officers who arrested the brother and sister. I can't remember what they had done, but there was no question of their guilt. Because we felt sorry for them, my dad helped pay for their arrest/trial/bail/whatever, as my mom looked on in disapproval. Then my dad was Aragorn, and he signed the credit card "King Elessar."

Go figure. *shrugs*